Category: Contemplations
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Scorched
On the train to Canberra the soil drowns in sunshine and not a lick of water can be found to quench the thirsty land.
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Hail
She throws herself down in great torrents, aching to crack it open and she gulps,
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Heat
It’s not my fault, she implores as she flings herself across the tinder licking up the final drips of moisture, crying over every molecule ignited by her rage as her heart burns the land,
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Unafraid
I was fearless once. When my words spilled out recklessly, wild, untended – a garden let loose. Nothing else mattered but the words as they grew from my deep and flowered, majestic in their exuberance.
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The power of thinking for yourself
When we believe someone or something has authority over us, we find ourselves saying we ‘have to, we must, we should, we ought to’. We are giving this something or someone else the power over our time, energy, resources and directio
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Looking with eyes closed
This post does not pull any punches. It’s about homelessness, the reality of self and personal agendas. It is not targeted at anyone but myself and the experiences I have recently had on this topic. I realise it may not sit well with people. Please consider your responses before you comment. I appreciate you reading my…
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What if happiness is a lure and not an antidote?
I’ve been thinking about suffering lately. I am coming to believe that we live in a society that values happiness and it’s continual pursuit over the necessity of acknowledging struggle, fear, grief and suffering.
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Worldview
Her worldview was shaped from birth; her internal vision informing her choices, her responses, and her direction. She reached for a world in which she desired to live yet saw a world in which she had no place. She succumbed to the inevitable sadness that accompanies broken dreams.
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I found myself on the page…
It’s on paper that I find myself; my voice; my heart. This is where I find the clearest reflection of my thoughts. But is that really enough?
Miriam E. Miles 